Skip to main content

I am, but a Wilted Rose!!

I am, but a wilted rose,
When u plucked me from the stem,
I was red, in full bloom.
I remember the gardener guiding you..
he had planted me long ago..
when i first opened eyes, i was his first flower,,
but u came and plucked me as if i were a toy in a babyshop

u needed me just so that u had fun pluckin a flower..
how mean
i thought i was better off being a rose
than that fake plastic flower
which we often find in huge mansions
but i realize that i am
and i was
wrong
atleast no one can crumple him
his fragrance can always be renewed
his petals always fresh
having that fake water drop over it
oh, i was so wrong
u crumpled me and threw me off
u sniffed me and that was it..
u loved ur colognes more..
my rosy life ended
the day u threw me in the bin
and me a rose, expected u to preserve me
or atleast gift to someone
but i forgot
that i am but a wilted rose
and you a human
-----------------

(this is azad shayerii in english.. :p)

Comments

Itsfarsh said…
Karachiite

Did you write this?

Funny how everyone is turning poetic, most of the blogs i visit are so beautifully adourned with verses..

I have a recovered a bit from my depressive mood and have written something lighter, do post your comments on that too..

Anyways.. your poetry.. like your stories weaves such amazing artistry.. deeply impressed :)
Itsfarsh said…
It was a little violet by a mossy stone
That breathed the wild wind of the
woods.
Seduced by its natural, pristine beauty,
a tourist gently plucked it and took it
home.
He placed it in a fancy crystal vase in
the drawing room.
The eyes of all who came did fall
first on the purple flower.
Sprinkles of praise and showers of
plaudits
kept it wet and swamped it.
O that someone could tell them all:
The little purple bud feels smothered
by the sophisticated, citified smell
of cigarette smoke and chenille;
it pines again for the fresh air of the
woods.
Karachiite said…
Yeah, I wrote that..

thanks for the comments.. but well, when I reread the poem it seemed a bit funny!!!
Anonymous said…
checkin the other option.. :)
Anonymous said…
excellent.

Popular posts from this blog

Lost!

"You must get these medicines, go down the road and you'll see the pharmacy, also get two syringes..Be quick, we don't have much time, she needs to be injected as soon as possible" Lil Karim nodded enthusiastically. He looked in the dirty pockets of his gray kurta , there was a folded handkerchief, he had tied rs 2000 carefully in a knot in that hanky. Just yesterday Maa had gotten her monthly pay. And here she was lying on a bed in the general ward of a gov't hospital. Is that what a person who works so hard as Maa get for a gift, when I was 5, and got admitted to school, Maa got me a big red ball, such a nice gift, and why did Maa get this?? Karim, though just merely 10 years old had thoughts deep and profound. He ran off, his dusty kurta flying in the air, the rubber chappal he wore were on the verge of tearing apart, but did that matter to Karim??.. Karim ran amidst the people, since he was just 10, not much big either, people weren't letting him go ah...
Its hot outside.. 34 degrees.. but I'm shivering.. In the past 11 years, not a night had passed when you werent thought about. Not one. Some nights though are harder than others. Sometimes I think deeper than I usually do and its then that it dawns upon me I am so friendless, you were my best friend. You still are, just not around me. Tonight I wish I could have a cup of tea with you Mom... with a baked samosa, or a mustard sauce n beef sandwich. Maybe we could go for a chaat, I drive now, we wouldnt have needed to go walking, not even in a rickshaw. Maybe we could sit in the garden once more, just maybe. We could have bought just one more book Mom.. I shunned books when you left, because you were my driving force behind them  After quite a few years, when I touched a book, I realised that you are more around.. I found my love for books again. Because you made me love books. I wish I could tell you about all the new books I have read..they are all thrillers eheheh but I gu...